She smiles without understanding the weight of the world—and perhaps that’s why her smile heals ours a little. Some see only differences… but I see the purest form of beauty. She doesn’t need to conform to a standard to be perfect: she is the standard of love. When my daughter was born, I learned that beauty isn’t measured with the eyes but with the heart. And every little laugh reminds me that life is more beautiful when we look at it with tenderness. 💛